the midnight wind howls
a petal is plucked
from the lotus' heart
it drifts away
the reflection of the moon
snow-white
on the frozen pond—
illuminates
the lotus beneath the ice
it's stonecold lonely
when you're only a touch away
but we're forever apart
when there's no ripple anymore
but blossoming thorns of ice;
as the midnight wind lulls
the last shred of hope fluttered
from the frozen, sullen heart
it withers away
across the sky-deep, empty hollow
to the infinite darkness beneath
scentless
& snow-white
Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 10:07 AM UTC
the midnight wind howls
a petal is plucked
from the lotus' heart
it drifts away
the reflection of the moon
snow-white
on the frozen pond—
illuminates
the lotus beneath the ice
it's stonecold lonely
when you're only a touch away
but we're forever apart
when there's no ripple anymore
but blossoming thorns of ice;
as the midnight wind lulls
the last shred of hope fluttered
from the frozen, sullen heart
it withers away
across the sky-deep, empty hollow
to the infinite darkness beneath
scentless
& snow-white
I hope I have sufficiently portrayed the imagery I wanted to express here.
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